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laying me back, his fingers running through my damp waves. One of his hands found my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. “What if I told you all of your makeup had washed off?” he asked with a smirk.
    I scowled at him. “I’d say you were rude for pointing that out.”
    He leaned close, his tongue finding my ear in a spine-tingling stroke. “And what if I told you that I thought you were beautiful just like this?” he whispered, his breath tickling my neck. Shivers ran through me, and my answer lodged in my throat as his lips lowered to my jaw, my chin, my throat—kissing, nipping, sucking. His hands were everywhere, skimming my curves, finding all the little spots that made my toes curl.
    My fingers dug into his shoulders as he lowered his head, his curls tickling my chest as he traced a path of fiery kisses down to my belly button. I closed my eyes as he snatched at the strings holding my bottoms up, baring me completely. The warmth in my middle had spread, the tingle increasing to an unbearable throb between my legs, which was only slightly relieved when Chase touched me.
    By the time he was undressed and lowering himself between my legs, I’d forgotten every reason why this was a bad idea. I’d forgotten that I’d gone so quickly from hating this guy to wanting him so badly I thought I was going to die; from feeling as if we were from different planets to realizing that we had more in common than I’d realized. I forgot everything except for Chase, and how it felt to have him on top of me. I knew then that even though we’d pretty much agreed this would be the only time, once would never be enough.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    “I’m pregnant!”
    I shouted the words the instant Chase’s lips broke away from mine. I was determined to get it out before I lost myself too fully in his kiss and the large hand pressed against my stomach, angling its way toward my breast.
    Chase paused, his wide eyes darting up to mine, the boob forgotten. He jerked away from me as if I’d stung him, leaning back against the driver’s side door. Eyebrows scrunched, mouth open … yep, he was definitely as shocked as I’d been. The poor bastard.
    “It’s your baby, by the way,” I murmured, turning to stare out into the rapidly darkening night. “In case you were wondering.”
    Chase cleared his throat, then shifted a bit in his seat. From the corner of my eye I could see that his hands were on the steering wheel, clutching it tight. He cleared his throat again.
    “Yes, I gathered that,” he said, his voice raspy and choked. “You’re sure?”
    I rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure that magical, plastic stick I peed on wouldn’t lie to me. Not to mention I haven’t had a period since before we met. Safe to say … yes, I’m sure.”
    He inhaled, puffing out his cheeks, then exhaled noisily. Leaning forward, he rested his head on the wheel and closed his eyes. “Whoa.”
    That’s it? Whoa? I was expecting screaming and flailing, Kermit the Frog style. Maybe a mad dash for the hills. Definitely not his almost calm state of shock.
    “I don’t want anything from you,” I said softly. “I don’t expect you to drop out of school to support me, or be involved if you don’t want. I can handle this just fine on my own, but I figured you had a right to know.”
    One of his arms shot across the space between us, his fingers curling tightly around my wrist; not so tightly it hurt, just enough that I knew he meant business when he leaned over the center dash and said, “That’s my kid. I’m going to be involved.”
    I could only stare at him and blink, dumbfounded by his intensity. My throat constricted and I felt tears springing to my eyes—something that rarely happens. I chose to blame those mythical pregnancy hormones everyone’s always talking about.
    “Okay,” I said gently, afraid to upset him even more. “I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that, you know, usually when a girl tells a guy she’s